A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born at 3:10

who picked the name for his

Rouemn, there was a simple building with windows that had a Light green

comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at the

trapped in a room all year round, no matter how

by the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown

doctor had almost given up

was still alive. He had lived two months longer than the

standing behind him with a glass of water and medicine in

the medicine,” Peter

seemed like he had not

stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured,

twitched when he heard

broke into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always

favorite food,”

cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been

began to fumble in his pocket for

stopped and shook his

never did. It seemed it was better if he never called

better not call her,” he

give Cecilia too

he stepped forward and handed

“Please take your medicine.

you some pumpkin pies. You can have

the medicines from him and swallowed them without

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to

Mark looked sideways at the

his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he

was rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he

Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was still

had almost given up on

was still alive. He had lived two months

standing behind him with a glass

time for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in

he had not heard

there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today

nose twitched when he heard

immediately broke into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully

also her favorite

to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have

to fumble in his pocket for his

stopped

but he never did. It seemed it

better not call

give

he stepped forward and handed him the

“Please take your medicine.

to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin

the medicines from him and swallowed them without a

on the bed, and a nurse came

she was done, Mark

got weaker and weaker until

This time, he had a dream and it was

gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and

behavior was much like that of

secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she

fact, this Cecilia in his dream was

his arms and gently stroked his face, saying,

point, Mark

were white, just

gently closed his

felt he needed to have

cold all over

gone to buy

a plump foreign nurse

wanted to return home. He missed his home so

the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was

he knew he couldn’t change anything

he would never give up

hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and

was determined to stay strong and

now, he was finding it difficult to go back

he sat up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how much

that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to

he wanted to go there

Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he thought of his

came back to the

had run into a snowstorm on his way, so he was

just in time. The pumpkin pies are

then, he saw the paper planes Mark

planes and smiled at him, “Okay

some of your pumpkin

Mark only actually

not more

mouth, he put down the spoon

narrowed his eyes and looked

and have a family reunion,”

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Peter cheerfully assured him. But

ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a call from

was around 4 a.m. in

looked at the caller

you,” Peter urged in a low

into a

silly boy,” he

he decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the

voice sounded a little

when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl.

to a girl

the phone trembled so violently that he

Waylen said,

Mark closed his eyes.

will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of the

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

“Mark, no matter what, I hope you survive and

entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a good

half of

and put

the duration of the call, he never even dared to ask

what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two words that Mark

“What happened?” he asked.

looked up at Peter

to hear this and he did

he said

good sign on the first day of the new year. And Olivia is a

began to stroke one of

to fly back home to see

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glance

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